The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-07

The king, Louis XVI, was vulgar,
coarse and sensual; and in spite oil
his elegant costumes covered with
embroidery, and his hands sparkling
with diamonds, and his breast blaz
ing jewelled orders and crosses his
majesty had nothing digiied or king
like in his demeanor.
The dark storm came, and at last
it broke with fury over the heads Of
royalty and nobility, but even when
the Bastile was taken and ITS captives
liberated, the mobiles would not be-
lieve that anything could menace their
holy order. Who has not read OF the
Reign OF Terror? Three men OF the
people were the leaders in those ter
rible times, Marat. Danten and Rob-
espierre. They had power of the con-
vention and the mob which none dar.
ed resist. The guilotne was the aw.
full instrument used for cutting OIL
heads quickly. For long time the
naughty aristocrats stood around
their king and queen, but at last they
began to flee, for the streets OF Paris
resounded with the sound OF oppres-
sion and the cries OF the wounded, and
Coblentz was filled with refugees.
The young secretary, Francois Var
ney, urged the father of Jeanne to flee
while yet there was time, but like
brave and courtly gentleman he cast
in his lot with his royal master and
mistress and needed not the advice OF
his friends.
The king and queen were still at the
Tuileries and with them few OF their
staunch friends. The count was in
the cabinet OF Louis, Jeanne in the
boudoir OF her royal mistress. Sud
denly the air resounded with oaths
and insulting cries. The mob had
reached Versailles and surrounded the
palace They shouted and yelled for
the "baker, his wife and little boy"
and for the austrian" us they termed
the queen. Among the mob was
Claude Varney, covered with dust, his
hands dripping blood. This monster
who had killed innocent women and
children now thirsted for the lives oil
the hated count ana his daughter.
"They are in there, the naughty
Count de Choiseul and his dainty
daughter" cried the rutiian to
his comrades. at was this aristo-
crat who had me horsewhipped year
ago for some slight offence. He hates
Uncommon people and is tyrant to
all. Out with himl kill him and his
whlte-faced bratp'
Francois S. Varney had donned the
red cap OF liberty, and shouted as he
with the mob surrounded the palace:
down with the king Down with the
Austrian! Away with aristocracy."
At length he managed to slip away
from the sight of his cruel brother,
and without ceremony he FASTENED to
the little boudoir where he hoped to
find Jeanne. BY this time the royal
couple with their children had man
aged, by the help of friends, to escape
from the palace and were fleeing as
fast as fleet horses could carry them
! from the scene OF bloodshed.
When the lover OF Jeanne entered
the luxurious room OF the fugitive
queen. he found the daughter OF the
count alone, for her father had babe
| her remain there until he came for
her. He was assisting his master and
mistress in their efforts to leave the
palace.
Jeanne, my love, my life!" cried
Francois, forgetting all etiquette, all
concealment oihis feelings in this hour
of peril. 81 have come to save you.
The mob are crying for your fathers
and your blood. Come with me be-
fore it is too late"
The half fainting girl, even when n
thousand dangers surrounded her.
felt thrill vof delight as she realized
she was beloved by this noble youth,
and though pale and trembling. she
murmured in low tones:
"Dear Francois, you are brave and
devoted to risk your life for my sake,
but il it is any reward to you for the
peril you are in, hear me confess that
/ love you, have loved you since the
first hour we met"
"My darling, believe me when | say
you shall be happy, you shall escape
from here and"
"But my father" interrupted Je-
anne.
"Alasl my darling. The count has
been arrested, and is TO be tried be-
fore the dreaded convention, but we
nave no time to waste. Let me save
you. will then see what lean dofor
your father. See, have brought you
! disguise" and he showed her a sim
pie peasant dress. "Put this on quick
", for in ten minutes the mob will be
here"
In the gray dusk Jeanne made her
escape disguised at a grisette, in short
dress, laced bodice, high capote.
When the brother OF Francois en-